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The wind blew gently as Legolas stood watch over the other two of the trio. His gaze shifted to the left where a movement caught his eye. Upon the hill where the sun was just rising a fair maiden could be seen in the distance, her hair blew in the rising winds, blacker than even the midnight sky. Her head turned to him with the distinct features of being defiant no matter what the cost. Suddenly she fell from her black steed into the cold hard ground below.

Legolas sped down the hill as fast as he could run. Aragorn woke and wondered what, he was doing when he saw the lone figure. He simply stayed put though; if I see any fighting I will go after Legolas, though Aragorn. Meanwhile Legolas had reached the fallen body. The woman was bleeding profusely from her side; her skin becoming paler and the blood stained the grass into a dark shade of red. He gently picked up the fallen body and noticed that the horse stayed where she was. He shrugged it off as nothing and carried the bleeding woman back to camp firmly stopping the seeping blood with his hand pressed against her side.

When back at camp Aragorn had already started a fire and boiling water. Gimli slept through it all. "We need to heal her quickly," Legolas said to Aragorn. Aragorn nodded in reply and began to remove the unconscious elf's tight black shirt that clung to her like a second layer of skin clearly showing her large round breasts. Legolas felt a sharp stab of envy, but he began to prepare a healing salve knowing that his was necessary.